She ignored me. “I think most of us do want nice guys,” she said. “But underneath it, we want someone who has something going on. Something that takes them away from us because they’ve got to follow their heart sometimes.”

“But you’ve always said you want a guy to appreciate you,” I said.

“Yes,” she replied and then looked at me and said simply, almost apologetic, and soft and gentle and lovely: “We’re complicated.”

“Yes, you are.” I held her gaze and found a happy smile had grown over my face.